I am so sorry. Victor was handsome, for sure, but looks are nothing to that he was a loyal, loving companion. You did right by him despite the personal anguish to yourselves. Big hugs to you as you endure a really tough stretch.
Thanks, you guys. He was worth it.
So very sorry to hear about Victor. It’s a hard burden to bear. He was indeed a beautiful boy.
I came here to rant about something trivial and stupid and you know what? Never mind. My eyes are kinda misty anyway.
Driving on the interstate, at typical interstate speeds, I see him walking on the shoulder towards the travel lane. As I get close he launches himself into the air right into my front bumper. I heard the thunk. I didn’t stop, I didn’t slow, I didn’t call anyone, either; I don’t think the Staties are going to give a chirp…& he won’t either, anymore.
When I got home I looked, there is a nice new paint gash in the bumper. Guessing he had a hard beak.
But he might come back for revenge!
Thank you for reminding me of that!
I was a little surprised that my dog’s vet did the same thing…this was a rural area without a proper humane society or shelter, so veterinary clinics pretty much served this purpose. And I’m so sorry for your loss. Sounds like Victor was a very good doggie.
Chicken? I ran over a chicken on the way to work one day…it was poking around at the side of the road, and in the time it took for me to say “Aww, chicke-” it ran under the Jeep’s wheels. Big thump for such a small animal. Anyway, the size of the thump combined with the relatively small puff of feathers left in my wake convinced me that the chicken was stuck somewhere under the Jeep. I couldn’t stop (meth country!), so I spent the remainder of my drive to work thinking about where I could find gloves, a trash bag, and cleaning supplies. I got to work, and immediately crawled under the Jeep…only to find absolutely nothing. Not even a feather. I was crawling back out as my manager pulled up; he asked if I was ok, and I explained [or I may have yelled] “I ran over a chicken!!!” He looked very confused.
“There was a < splort >… and then I ran over the egg …”
Aww, I am so sorry. And I’m glad that someone was able to take the meds. When we lost our last greyhound, the local greyhound adoption agency took a whole bunch of his unused stuff (he didn’t have any Rx meds at the time, but supplements, food and other things). Breed rescues often will take all kinds of things even if you didn’t get your dog there.
The same thing happened to me in 1982! I was driving from Idaho Falls to San Francisco. Passing through Utah, I saw a flurry of wings and heard a THUNK! at the front of my 1972 Plymouth Fury. A couple of hundred miles beyond that I stopped for fuel for me and the car, and found a moderately large seagull lodged in my grille.
Autumn Red? 
And again, thank all of you for the kind words.
Our 4-year-old puppy is having back problems; it was so bad that for a couple of days last week she wasn’t even eating. I spent two hours in the vet’s office last Saturday to get her looked at (I had an appointment but they had an emergency with another dog and I had to wait). It was worth it for her. She’s doing better now with medicine and we are trying to get her into better habits like using a ramp for furniture and not leaping everywhere like Spider-Dog.
If we lost her that would be devastating. I’m sorry for your loss @Dung_Beetle.
I’m really sorry. I’m still broken up over the death of my cat four years ago. Sometimes I worry I let him go prematurely, but I guess it beats the alternative. I’m really glad your boy had a good final day.
Still struggling with the post COVID syndrome. Lately I’ve been so tired all the time. I’m tired now. But there is so much work to be done. I just have to ooze my way through it (as I do when I’m sluggish.)
No, it was a small, dark bird; I believe its scientific name is Flyis nomorus
I stopped for gas this morning, and while my tank was filling I noticed the woman at the pump by mine starring at me. She was “dressed up” like she was on her way to an interview or something.
I finished pumping and went to get into my Jeep when she said, “Excuse me, my husband usually pumps my gas and I don’t want to stink, could you pump my gas?”
And I laughed. If someone in a wheelchair asked, I’d pump their gas. But someone who doesn’t want to stink? Hell, I don’t want to stink. I thought someone might be shooting video of the encounter. I was still laughing as I drove away.
I must be having post covid stuff. Been sneezing too much, I wake up hardly breathing out of my nose, yet leaking.
Had to cancel my colonoscopy Monday as no ride and can’t afford Miralax. Now they will likely fine me 250 for cancelling, and its been over a year since I’ve had that much money. Won’t be paying my May rent of 25, as if I do, I won’t have enough to buy toilet paper.
I am just giving up, whatever may happen I do not care. Sorry to be a downer but nothing has gone right in a while.
This revives memories of the time a wayward bird got lodged in the headlight assembly of our Dodge Omni on a highway (yes, it was a long time ago) and we had to stop and remove the corpse as the flapping was distressing to Mrs. J.
Perhaps an unending fury?
You get me.
One of my HR coworkers directed an employee so I could assist her with a benefit change. No problem. In the orginal email, the employee asked when we were in the office so she could come up and talk about the benefit change. When I replied to her email, I mentioned that most of us weren’t in the office on a day-to-day basis, so I sent her instructions on how she could complete the benefit change and made it clear she could contact me via Teams or on the phone if she required any assistance.
This employee really wants to meet face-to-face. In her email reply to me she included her supervisor, her vice president, my vice president and me of course saying she didn’t want to do this over email or Teams because the information is extremely personal, but, oh, look, HR made her air her personal business to everyone in the email she created.
Lady, 90% of the company has been working from home since 2000. We have all had to adapt to using Zoom or Teams to meet with our coworkers and if you’re not comfortable with that then this is a you problem. But I’m actually coming into the office soon, so if you want to meet face-to-face then that’s not a problem. Why you felt the need to email two VPs about this I don’t know, but you’re not the first person to leave footprints on my back. But you know what? I’m not making the changes for you. You can haul your tiny laptop to the huddle room and I’ll walk you through it while you strain your eyes looking at that puny screen.